“Is it a boy?” Shy asked.
“The suspense is killing us, Doc,” Black said. He wanted another girl, but Shy wanted a boy.
“It is torturous; am I having a boy or a girl?”
Shy heard that she could tell by the way she carried the baby. If you’re carrying high, you’re having a girl. If you’re carrying low, it’s a boy.
“We won’t know that until your eighteen to twenty weeks. But meanwhile, his nerve cells are multiplying rapidly, and synapses are forming furiously in your baby’s brain. His eyes have moved from the sides to the front of his head, and his ears are right where they should be. From crown to rump, your baby-to-be is just over two inches long and weighs half an ounce.”
“That’s good,” Shy said.
“Your baby is doing just fine, Sandy.”
Chapter Twenty-two
While Mr. and Mrs. Black were being awed by images and discussion about their baby, Rain was picking up the phone to call Carter.
The night before, she made a perfect landing, and the children, as well as Shy, cheered. When they exited the Cesena, Chuck Henry, the head of the Black’s security detail was there to pick them up.
Since the children were with them, and knowing of the concerns about their safety, Chuck went to Chance at the body shop and had him modify a Cadillac Escalade, with a ten-speed transmission.
“Reinforced steel, bullet resistant glass; hell, if you can make the tires bulletproof, I’d like that too,” Chuck told him.
“Anything else?” Chance asked.
“A little extra leg room for Mike.”
“That comes standard for the boss,” Chance said, and Chuck laughed.
Once they arrived at J.R.’s, Rain said good night to Shy and the children, then she got out. When she did, Black got out too.
“You coming in?” Rain asked.
“No, but I wanted to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“Go home. Get some rest. I’ve known you long enough to know that you’re mad and ready to go after David.”
“You wanna ride with me?” Rain asked and hoped he’d say yes, because they were unstoppable when they ride.
“No.”
“I understand, this is family time.”
“Right. And I don’t think you need to ride either. I think you should go home, clear your mind. This way, you’ll be thinking clearly when you go after him. I’d hate for him to get lucky and kill you because you’re mad, tired and not focused on what you need to be.”
“You’re right.”
“We’ll talk in the morning,” Black said, got back in the Cadillac and Chuck drove them home. Rain watched them drive away before she went inside and went to her office.
“What’s up, Yarissa.”
“Hey, Rain.”
“You seen Carter tonight?”
“He was here, but he left with Mileena.”